I am a hypocrite

Combine this post along with I am a mean person and I might be about to lose a lot of friends.

On the other hand not many people actually read this blog. I have 127 followers but my stats show that not all of those people actually READ my posts. Usually about 40-50 people read each post. Three of those people are accounted for: my mom, my dad, and my friend Molly.

Anyways, I’m getting off topic. The reason you came here today is to hear why I am a hypocrite. So let’s begin.

There are a lot of problems in this country. Minority voter disenfranchisement, homelessness, the death penalty, lack of equal pay for women, global warming. These were problems before last week, before last year. I recognized the problems, but I didn’t do much about it. I thought, well, it looks like there are some smart people working on these things so I’ll just go back to living my life now and not worry about it too much. I didn’t write about it. I didn’t call my representatives to voice my concern. (Hell, I didn’t even know who my representatives were!)

So I feel like a bit of a hypocrite this week, signing petitions, joining protest events on Facebook, asking friends and family to call their congressmen/women. I feel like a bit of a hypocrite saying that this blog will be different now; it will be the blog of an activist.

It is clear: I should have done more, sooner. I worry that this is too little too late. I am nothing compared to the giant political machinery that keeps this country operating. In any case, there are only about forty people who read this blog and most of them are “the choir” so to speak.

I wonder: How do you change a mind? Can I change a mind? What if I say the wrong thing? What if I offend people? Will writing my thoughts here serve anyone other than myself?

Maybe, probably, I don’t know.

When my mind starts off in its circles there is only one way to stop it and that is this: we can either do nothing or we can do something.